‘Will I Ever Be Ready For A Big Night Out?’

With the prospect of going ‘out out’ at our fingertips, we’re so close to freedom I can almost taste the tequila and feel the burning sensation in my chest. But after a year in captivity, my germaphobia has amplified tenfold.

I’ve always wiped down the lid of my M&S tinnies before consumption, but the idea of meeting up with friends without the added protection of sanitisers, masks and wipes feels criminal. Is there a Covid-friendly way of getting completely obliterated?